A baby on his doorstep. A couch-surfing woman in need of a place to stay. And one very bad idea…
Zane Raider is the last man in Smuggler’s Hideaway anyone would trust with a baby. So, of course, one shows up on his doorstep.
Which is how I end up in his kitchen, holding a bottle while trying not to stare at the way his T-shirt clings to all those muscles. I’m supposed to be the temporary nanny—just until he figures things out. He gets childcare. I get a roof over my head (and my dog gets a yard).
Easy.
Except Zane is a hot single dad with a bad boy past, a wicked smile, and a knack for making my heart race faster than his motorcycle. He smells like leather and trouble, grins like he knows exactly what I’m thinking, and somehow manages to look even better while rocking a baby at three a.m.
I keep telling myself I’m not falling for the guy who once made ‘commitment’ sound like a prison sentence. But between the midnight feedings, his ridiculous brothers’ pranks, and the way he says our when he talks about the baby… I might be in serious trouble.
This single dad small-town romantic comedy features a man who has no intention of ever marrying—let alone having children—a woman who doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘on time’, a baby who throws chaos into the mix, and a band of prank-happy brothers who treat emotional growth like it’s a full-contact sport.
